It was just dumb luck that in 1985 I befriended Pat Newman., a septuagenarian woman who had connections in the community. I found her stories fascinating, and let her know, as I would hang on the tales she would tell.…
In the 1970s, Edward Abbey often spent time with his old pal, the great Southwest painter, John De Puy. Abbey and De Puy had a hideaway–actually De Puy owned the property, Abbey was a frequent visitor— somewhere in southeast Utah.…
Paul Vlachos is a New Yorker who understands The West. And he is a New Yorker who understands New York. Wherever Paul goes, he finds signs of life… My team of dedicated professionals was looking through my photos, trying to…
Paul Vlachos is a New Yorker who understands The West. And he is a New Yorker who understands New York. Wherever Paul goes, he finds signs of life… I could quote Robert Frost, which may be uncool in this day…
Paul Vlachos is a New Yorker who understands The West. And he is a New Yorker who understands New York. Wherever Paul goes, he finds signs of life… 1. Texas, just off the Interstate, in 2009. I’m always hauling ass…
Dave Wilder’s art can be seen at: http://www.wilderarts.com and at the Laughing Raven Gallery 417 Hull Ave. Jerome, Arizona and on Facebook: “David Wilder Arts” To read the PDF version of this article, click here. To comment…
STARS Dave Wilder’s art can be seen at: http://www.wilderarts.com and at the Laughing Raven Gallery 417 Hull Ave. Jerome, Arizona and on Facebook: “David Wilder Arts” To see the PDF version of this page, click here.…
Paul Vlachos is a New Yorker who understands The West. And he is a New Yorker who understands New York. Wherever Paul goes, he finds signs of life… Uvalde, Texas. I would have gotten the whole building, but I…
Anything is Possible Acrylic, 20×10″ I like to think of myself as an optimist. But let’s face it, the world’s a mess. Our mess. But we can turn things around can’t we? Climate change, overpopulation, mass extinctions, you know, all…
Funny how we humans all crave paradise. I’m not talking about any hypothetical paradise beyond the grave either, that always just sounded like a bore to me. No, I’m talking about real, flower scented, bare breasted, warm and sandy, sin-filled,…